You told me you’ll never forget me,
how did you then manage to forget?
Someone says in the night’s dream: earthly love does not last
Like a flower it blooms and then it is gone.
The craving helpless mind does not understand and gets entangled while rebuffed.
However far-away you may be, the memory of your songs still haunts the mind.
My eyes can see only when they are not filled with tears.
[Original: Bolechile bhulibe no more; Translation: Abu Rushd]